Wednesday, October 21, 2009

So it turns out good pitching and hitting beats bad pitching and hitting. Who knew? Congratulations to the Phillies. I'd say good luck in the World Series but, you know, go screw yourselves.

In the end, it wasn't about the crappy umpiring, or the weather, or the seemingly endless parade of former Dodgers spitting on our grave, or the East Coast fans — who are, it must be noted even in our grief, the Derek Jeter of fanbases. Or even Jonathan Broxton (mostly). The Dodgers had the better regular-season record, but the Phillies were better in this series. Much better.

But there'll be plenty of time to reminisce — we're baseball fans, after all, and there's still the ALCS and World Series to follow before we get to the McCourt divorce proceedings, which will make the Manny negotiations look like a lovefest.

Right now, though, it's time to get pissed, stew in your juices, kick the furniture. Because it feels like 2009 = 2008. But eventually we'll see 2009 for what it really was: a fun, wild ride — and we're glad you took it with us. Stick around!

Baseball, a beautiful mistress that tempts the most honest of men with promises of glory and excitement, only to rip out their hearts and feed it to dogs. And yet, year after year, I find myself lured by this temptress into here grasps, hoping I may be the one who can enjoy her bountiful gifts.

I don't get it. The Dodgers were better than last year, yet the result is the same damn thing. I can't stand this feeling for the second year in a row. I've gone my whole life without seeing the Dodgers win a championship. This sucks.

And I wish some kind of ailment to every member of the Phillies, especially Shane Victorino.

gnite guys - i need some kip.i wish we could drink this out together, but internet commerce prevents that for some reason. I had so much fun this season and you guys were a huge part of it. I wish it wasn't over

Mrs. Dusty and sister-in-law just said the best way to get our minds off this is to start planning for some trips next year. So head for your kip with the thought in your mind that there is fun to be had next season, where there will be many more chances to throw at Victorino's head.

Mr LA SF, you just made me smile ear-to-ear looking at that Adam Morrison avi. I remember not wanting to switch from Time Warner Cable--whom I DESPISED by the way--just because my rented DVR box had that game recorded and I loved watching the final highlights of UCLA taking it to Gonzaga, and Adam crying on the court.

Alas, I'm a happy DirecTV subscriber now. Even if it forces me to get dialup internet service.

So I'm in a bar with a Dodger bud here in SF, 7th inning, hope dwindling to nothing, and some a-hole says 'Hey, I bet you wish the Dodgers didn't trade away Werth now, huh?' All I can say is 'You should really leave me the fuck alone right now'.

Could you please GET A FRICKIN BAT THAT DOESN'T TAKE A FRICKIN SHOWER AND ACTUALLY FRICKIN CARES ABOUT WHAT HIS FRICKIN TEAM DOES DURING THE FIRST REAL FRICKIN CHANCE FOR A FRICKIN WORLD FRICKIN CHAMPIONSHIP...

Sigh --- well, THAT sucked! Still, while it was an extremely disapointing end to an otherwise memorable season, I thoroughly enjoyed my time on the SOSG message boards with Sax, Orel and crew. You guys lead the way in showing what it takes to run a great Dodgers blog. Now let's all take some time to regroup and come back strong in the off-season!

On a separate note, thanks to the whole SoSG community for the game thread chatter, 'two-out madness', mini-buffalo ranch sandwiches, 'BISON!', and Vin Scully highlights. I will always remember '09. Just not as memorably as 1988.

Unfortunately, it was an apt way to end the season for the Dodgers. They blew a huge opportunity to score in the 8th which was typical of them. Then in the 9th, Vin Scully referred to Belliard as Belisario THREE times.

Paul I'm right there with you. I've loved my Lakers since I was ten years old, but the state of the NBA has me just not really enjoying the game play in its modern iteration. Just can't get into the day to day, gut level basketball love like I do with baseball.